February 2010
23 posts
“I’m walking upper west/central park and I just saw a girl with your...”
– looks like i’ve got some kind of doppelgänger in new york (or maybe it’s the 70% of me i left, including my heart?) since this is exactly what raul told me almost a year ago.
i relive the time i spent in new york in my dreams chronologically, first being a pilot, then mumbling things about “116th st” in my sleep. when people say they understand how much i miss it, i’m thinking what julia said when it came to her love for cheese: NO, I MEAN — YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND
don’t really know what to say about that,...
NEVER TRUST A NAKED BUS DRIVER.
dawn the way it’s supposed to be showed up again a few minutes ago, incredibly beautiful in a distopian way — which is pretty much how to describe the weather these days in general. the sunset colors most clouds gray but makes some of them shine in glowing orange, then pink and finally lets the color fade and only leaves a pale pink blue that you probably can’t even see when you...
“i don’t mean to seem like i care about material things, like our social...”
– i believe that’s what they sing, even if it isn’t true
dear xxx, i know you’re probably already sick of hearing it, but still: i miss you. and your friends, too.
“you are pop!”
– sounds way better than ‘you’re okay’ — a phrase that doesn’t make me think of sascha funke anymore but the security guy at JFK who didn’t even need to check my passport to find that out. i couldn’t stop laughing until the plane took off, an air hostess...
so much for having survived the jetlag and so much for feeling winter’s end. i am awake at half past eight and having pizza because i’m hungry for the first time in days and walking down the stairs i saw there’s still new snow daring to rest on our roof coming down every night. good things right now are pizza, dorian (the other cat, yup, i named both of them after the picture of...
now after nôze’s “remember love” was stuck in my head for days, the dOP remix of it is completely messing it up — first of all, because it works just the way a good remix should (changing the mood, extending it) and it’s been a while since i last heard a really good remix, but secondly — and now this is the important part — it’s sucking you into a...
danse avec moi, hope
thinking of summer and how i’m yearning to get back to new york, next to all those beautiful pictures (watching the sunset from a rooftop, free shows in central park, coming back home in the early morning wearing only a t-shirt, tables outside of cafes, going to work, WORK) there’s only one question in my head: does optimism mean waiting? if it does i’m glad this metrocard...
the last new yorker
dear james,
you can’t imagine how happy i am that we met. going back to germany was harder than i thought it would be and you made it a little easier for the five minutes we knew each other. both of us came here for quite unpleasant reasons (and even if that was different - can leaving new york ever be pleasant?) and your understanding of my need for a cigarette was probably the only thing...
“DIG MY FINGERNAILS INTO THE ARMPIT OF AMERICA
LET DOWN YOUR HAIR, HANG ON FOR...”
– malaria! vs. chicks on speed: kaltes klares wasser (dj koze & the tease rmx 2001)
if my body has to be littered with bruises why can’t they look like the ones in nan goldin pictures, huh? in my opinion winter should be an excuse to stay at home, no matter what you should actually be doing. so as long as i don’t find a heart shaped bruise on my thigh and stairs are life-threatening because of the ice i think i’d rather stay in bed and asleep all day long, you...
